Fifty Shades Of Barton Chapter 25: The Past Still Has Power In The Present1, an avengers fanfic

Sad thought… Only ten chapters left for this part of the series… :'(

On a happier note, I thought since everyone reviewed so quickly, you all deserved an early update. :)

Also, let me reiterate, Natasha and Clint are having at least one more baby…. Because I'm subtle like that ;)

And there's more than one surprise in this….

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Chapter Twenty-Five: The Past Still Has Power In The Present Pt. 1

"We actually wanted to ask you both a favour," he added, making both Ashley and Barney raise an eyebrow at the expecting couple.

"And that is?"

"We want you to be witnesses to our wedding…"

"Seriously?" Barney exclaimed, raising an eyebrow at his brother and his future sister-in-law. "Hold up. I thought you wanted Phil, Melinda and Maria here too?"

"Well, they are supposed to be here tomorrow," Natasha started with a nonchalant smirk, making Clint chuckle as Ashley and Barney stared at them with their jaws on the floor. "And the wedding is in two days from today," she added, her own smirk revealing itself when Barney registered what day it would be.

"Thursday. You two waited until I told you what day Ashley would be off before you booked it," the thirty-three-year-old observed, smirking at them as he took Ashley's hand in his, interlacing their fingers. "What do you think?" he asked, turning to his girlfriend. "Willing to put up with my family?"

"I've put up with you and your job for two years, what do you think?" Ashley responded, smirking at her boyfriend who grinned sheepishly. Turning back to the expecting couple, she finally answered them, "We'd love to be part of the wedding. Thank you."

"Are Phil & co. staying at the farmhouse?" Barney asked suddenly, making Natasha and Clint raise their eyebrows at him. "You know, because neither of you want your job infecting your life away from it."

"I've already spoken to Nick," Natasha replied. "He's been like a father to me. And he trusts me more than most. So he agreed to keep this place off record."

"He gonna be here too?"

Clint turned to Natasha. "He and Hill are together, aren't they?" he asked, knowing that Natasha had found a confidant in Maria and vice versa.

Natasha grinned. "If you've only realised that, I'll laugh at you," she informed him, smirking – as well as biting back a moan – when he pouted at her.

"No… But I never had proof. You just gave it to me."

"Wait, aren't Melinda and Phil divorced?" Barney suddenly interrupted, making all of the other three raise their eyebrows at him. "Isn't it going to be, you know, a little awkward between them?"

"They still, eh, hook up from time to time. And they're also best friends. So no, they won't be awkward around each other," Clint replied, scratching the back of his head and cringing at the memory of the time he and Natasha had stumbled in on the two senior agents last year. Turning to Natasha, he asked, "Maybe we should book them a hotel. You know, to make sure we don't have a repeat of last year?"

Natasha smirked and shook her head, biting back her own blush. "I think there'll be more chance of them walking in on us than us walking in on them, Love," she replied, making Barney snigger from across the table. And that earned him a playfully head slap from Ashley.

"Barn, be nice," the brunette admonished, scowling at her lover. Barney pouted and rubbed the back of his head, looking at Ashley like a kicked puppy.

"Well, the kicked puppy look is definitely a Barton trait," Natasha commented, making Ashley laugh in agreement.

"Oh definitely," the twenty-six-year-old commented. "Nothing's changed since they were kids. Except that they both grew up," she added, earning glares from the brothers. "What? You two were the talk of the school. Between sports and brawling, you had most girls drooling over you. And the boys drooling over your surrogate little sister."

"How is Kate?" Clint asked, tightening his fingers around Natasha's. "Bishop still wrecking the guys' heads?"

"As usual. Did you really expect anything less from that kid?"

"She's only twenty-three!" Barney exclaimed, looking at his girlfriend with raised eyebrows. "Her actual dad owns Bishop Publishing. And she's wrecking heads still?"

"You two weren't the only ones into archery," the brunette replied with a knowing smirk. "She uses her archery skills to annoy people. Just like someone else I know."

"What's she at?" Clint asked before Barney could shout again; they really didn't need a scene.

"She's a detective with the local station. And a damn good one at that," Ashley replied with a smirk just as the waiters came to take their order.

"What do you work at, Ashley?" Natasha asked, already knowing the backstory to why Clint and Barney were close to Kate Bishop.

"At the local crèche. Montessori teacher," she replied, smiling at the red-head. "And I got stuck with an agent," she whispered suspiciously, smirking when Barney pouted in reply.

Natasha grinned and nodded, smirking at Clint knowingly. "She's not the only one stuck with a stubborn idiot," she muttered in Russian, earning a raised eyebrow from her fiancée.

Clint leaned over to whisper in her ear. "Miss Romanova, if you misbehave you know that I have no bother spanking you tonight," he warned in Russian, grinning when she shivered at his words.

"With those silver balls?"

"Oi! Lovebirds! We all know you both are bilingual but we can guess you are planning something for your private activities but seriously?" Barney interrupted, grinning when Natasha blushed and Clint glared at him.

"And like you wouldn't do the same," Ashley teased, grinning when Barney blushed as well.

"Are you offering?" he asked, grinning when she smirked.

"And I thought we were bad," Clint grumbled, winking at Natasha who smirked in reply…

Natasha groaned as Clint pushed her against the wall of their bedroom, his hands pinning hers above his head while kissing her hungrily. The red-head moaned into their kiss, gasping when he growled against her lips. "Clint," she whined when he broke the kiss, making his way down her neck.

"You misbehaved today, Miss Romanova," he murmured in Russian, grinning when his fiancée whimpered as he mouthed at her hardening nipples through her t-shirt. "What should I do with you?" he whispered teasingly.

"Punish me, Master," she moaned, her body shaking with pleasure as she thought about the last time he spanked her. He never went full force – he was very obviously against actually hurting her – but he was willing to indulge her with spanking. "Please."

Suddenly, Clint pulled away from her, his voice deepening a few octaves. "Go into the playroom. Strip down to your panties. And kneel," he ordered, his dominating tone very obvious to his lover.

"Yes, Master," she purred, smiling as she stepped away from the wall and made her way to the playroom, stripping as she went.

Clint paused, taking a deep breath to calm himself and planning his next actions. He wanted to please Natasha. Not hurt her. He quickly went down to the kitchen, more than thankful that Barney had decided to stay the night with Ashley. He grabbed a glass and opened the freezer, taking a glass of ice cubes. Then he ran back upstairs and followed his fiancée into the playroom, smiling when he found Natasha in the way he had told her.

"You're such a good girl, Tasha," he praised, leaning down and pressing his lips to her neck. "Such a good girl for me, aren't you?"

"Always for you, Master," she whispered, grinning up at him when he gently grabbed her chin. Her eyes widened in pleased surprise when she saw the ice cubes in her fiancée's hand.

"I'm not going to punish you much, Natasha," he whispered, kissing her softly. "Five slaps. That's all. Then we're going play with some temperature change. Is that okay?"

Natasha bit her bottom lip and nodded, taking Clint's hand when he offered it and followed him over to the table. She smiled at him reassuringly when he glanced at her, making sure that she wanted this.

"When I nod, put your hands on the table and bend over, Natasha," he ordered softly, running his hand along her spine. "Spread your legs for me and don't make a sound. Is that clear?"

"Yes, Sir," she replied, smirking at him knowingly as she did as she was told. She watched as Clint walked over to the drawer, opening the top one where she knew he had the stored the Ben Wa Balls. She grinned happily, biting her bottom lip when he walked back over to her.

"Open your mouth," he ordered, his voice low with desire. Natasha does as she is told, thing that he was going to put the balls in her mouth to lubricate them. Instead he slips his left index finger in her mouth. "Suck," he whispered huskily.

The red-head reached up and clasped his hand, holding her lover steady and did as she was told. She sucked hard, rewarded by the widening of his eyes and the parting of his lips as he inhaled deeply. At this rate, the ex-Russian spy was not going to need any lubricant for herself.

Clint put the silver balls in his mouth as she sucked his finger, twirling her tongue around the digit. When he tried to withdraw it, she clamped her teeth down, promptly stopping him.

The archer grinned before shaking his head, admonishing her, so she let go. He nodded so she bent over, placing her hands on top of the table. He moved her panties to one side before slowly sliding one finger inside her, teasing her, circling it leisurely. The red-head couldn't stop the moan that escaped her lips.

Briefly, he withdrew his finger before gently inserting the toys inside her, one ball at a time, pushing them deep inside her. Once they were in position, he smoothed her panties back in place before kissing her backside gently. He slowly ran his hands up each of her legs from ankle to thigh, gently kissing the top of each thigh lovingly.

Standing, Clint grasped her hips and pulled her ass against him, letting her feel his erection. "Are you ready, Моя Паук?" he whispered, running his hand along her sides and over her baby bump.

"Please," she begged, moaning when she heard the tell-tale sign of fabric rustling.

"You need to promise me one thing," he whispered, pecking her shoulder lovingly.

"Anything."

"You will use your safe word if you need to. Is that clear?"

"Yes, Master."

Clint nodded, stepping back and curling one hand around her hip, holding her in place as his hand left her ass before landing hard, making her gasp and moan at the touch. And as he is Hawkeye, his next strike hit her in the exact same spot. He slowly massaged her skin before slowly peeling her panties down and pulling them off. He gently trailed his palms over her ass before striking her once more, this time on her other cheek, leaving her quivering and gasping at his touch.

"Five," he murmured, before dropping to his knees behind her. He massaged her skin lovingly before kissing each cheek and standing up. "You okay?" he whispered, sliding two fingers inside her, making Natasha cry out as she suddenly came around his fingers.

Clint kissed his way up her spine, slowly removing his fingers from inside her. "You're perfect, Tasha," he murmured against her skin, slowly leading her to the bed.

Natasha blushed but let him guide her to lie down, face up, on the bed. Then he returned to the table to grab the glass of ice cubes. She grinned at him as he dropped his pants and boxers before climbing onto the bed beside her. "What made you decide to do a temperature change?" she asked, curious.

Clint just grinned before leaning down and blowing warm air on her sensitive nipples. Then he grabbed an ice cube and slowly brushed it over both. It immediately caused Natasha to arch high off the bed, moaning his name loudly.

He continued the pattern, blowing warm air on her skin before following the path with an ice cube. Natasha didn't know how to react to the sensations as she'd never felt like this before. "Clint," she gasped when he reached the apex of her thighs. "Please."

"What do you want, Tasha?" he whispered before blowing on her folds teasingly. Natasha practically convulsed at the action, gasping and groaning as he held an ice cube against her clit teasingly. "Wanna hear you tell me what you want."

The red-head whimpered as he replaced the ice cube with his mouth, sucking lightly on her bundle of nerves. Her body was sensitive to his touch, rending her mostly incoherent. "Please. Clint. Ты мне нужен. Пожалуйста. Мой Ястреб," she begged, forced to speak her native tongue because of the white pleasure coursing through her veins.

Deciding it was time to put her out of her misery, Clint slid two fingers inside her, curling them as he slowly moved them. Natasha immediately cried out, a second orgasm suddenly surging through her body. The archer removed his fingers from her, allowing her to ride out her high while he knelt between her legs. He placed two pillows under the small of her back before grabbing the base of his cock and positioning himself at her entrance.

Natasha opened her eyes and found Clint's, panting heavily as he slowly slid inside her. She clenched her hands around the sheets beneath her, tossing her head as her fiancée slowly and pleasurably stretched her lower lips.

Clint planted his hands on either side of Natasha's head, waiting a moment for the both of them to adjust. He kept his eyes on his fiancée, smiling at her as he peppered kisses along her neck, jaw and chin. Every now and again, he would nip on her skin before claiming her lips hungrily, biting and sucking on her bottom lip.

Natasha moaned into the kiss, bringing her hands up to trail them through Clint's hair. Suddenly, he pinned her hands back down to either side of her head, her fingers interlaced with his. He grinned against her lips, breaking the kiss so he could lean his forehead in the valley of her breasts, curling his body so he wasn't leaning on her baby bump.

"Clint," she gasped, bringing her knees up and linking her ankles on the small of his back. "Боже мой. Пожалуйста," she begged, tossing her head back and arching as Clint sucked and bit on her breasts playfully.

He slowly picked up his pace, the familiar pooling of pleasure in his groin obvious to just how close he was. "Come for me, Tasha," he ordered, reaching between them and flicking her clit. "Come. Let me feel it."

She threw her head back and let out a scream as she came for the third time, sobbing his name in pleasure, her body arching like a drawn bow.

He followed soon afterwards, her orgasm triggering his own. He held his weight on his elbows, pressing soft kisses along her sternum and the top of her baby bump.

Slowly, he pulled out of her, making Natasha whine in protest. He silenced her with a soft kiss, slowly climbing out of the bed and walking over to where they had a few towel waiting. He returned to the bed, slowly and lovingly wiping her body clean.

She purred, moving into his touch, smiling at him sleepily when he kissed her collarbone lovingly. "You wore me out, love," she whispered lethargically, making Clint grin against her skin.

"We aim to please, Ms Romanova," he whispered before dropping the towel and lifting her up, bridal style. He carried her out to their bedroom, pressing his lips to her neck, smiling when she curled into his touch.

He lay down on the bed with her, letting her curl up against him, her head buried in his chest. "We need to think about baby names," Natasha muttered against Clint's chest, making the archer chuckle as he twisted his head to look at her.

"Do you have any in mind?" he whispered, stroking her cheek lovingly.

"Two main ones. What about you?"

"Only first names," he replied, giving her an Eskimo kiss.

"What are they?"

"I was thinking that we should have a Russian name and a name from English speaking countries. Like Jeremy. Hunter. Ethan. Dmitry. Daniil," he suggested, brushing a few stray locks out of Natasha's faces.

"What about Artyom Francis?" Natasha offered, surprising Clint. He paused before pressing his lips to her forehead.

"I like it. That's a definite possibility. What do you think of William or Liam Antosha?" he whispered, kissing along her neck lovingly.

"Mmmm. Irish?"

"Liam, yeah. It was my grandfather's name on my mom's side. He was from the outskirts of Galway, I think."

"I like it. We should have a girl's name picked out, just to be prepared," she whispered, nuzzling her face into the crook of his neck.

"Mmmm… same idea for the girl's name?"

Natasha nodded, smiling as Clint placed his left hand over her baby bump.

"I like the name, Kiara Nadezhda," he murmured, closing his eyes in contentment as he felt the baby move beneath his hand. "Do you have any suggestions?"

"Mia Anya?" she whispered, closing her eyes as she listened to the steady beat of Clint's heart.

"We're coming up with too many good names, Tasha," Clint chuckled, pulling her closer to his body. "Sleep. We still have three months before we actually need one," he whispered softly.

Natasha nodded, following Clint's instruction and letting sleep take over her body. Her fiancée watched her sleep, unable to stop smiling as her lips parted slightly as she inhaled. He'd never get tired of watching her sleep, that was for certain…

Natasha grinned as she and Clint danced to the soft song. The words suited them – almost – perfectly, she thought as she kept her arms wrapped lightly around her husband's neck as he led them around in a slow waltz. She leaned her head back and smiled at the archer as he looked like the happiest man in the universe.

"I think I want you more than want
And no I need you more than need
I want to hold you more than hold
When you stood in front of me
I think you know me more than know
And you see me more than see
I could die now more than die
Every time you look at me

Well I've seen you in jeans with no make-up on
And I've stood there in awe as your date for the prom
I'm blessed as a man to have seen you in white
But I've never seen anything quite like you tonight
No, I've never seen anything quite like you

When it's right it's more than right
Those you feel it more than feel
I could take this moment now
Ride into the great with me

I've seen you in jeans with no make-up on
And I've stood there in awe as your date for the prom
I'm blessed as a man to have seen you in white
But I've never seen anything quite like you tonight
No, I've never seen anything quite like you tonight
No, I've never seen anything quite like you tonight

And your eyes are in your eyes
And my heart's in our hearts
Sometimes words just ain't enough
For this love that's more than love

She could still reply the minute they became husband and wife…

"Will you please repeat the vows you prepared before today?" the elderly but pleasant official asked, nodding to the two as he took a step back from the couple. Their witnesses stood, smiling at the expectant couple. It was a small ceremony but it suited Natasha and Clint perfectly.

"I, Clinton Francis Barton, take you, Natasha Alianova Romanova, to be my lawfully wedded wife. I take you with all your faults and your strengths as I offer myself to you with my own faults and strengths. I will help you when you need help. I will turn to you when I need help. I promise to have and to hold you, to treasure you, to be at your side in sorrow and in joy, in the good times and in the bad. I vow to love you and care for you with every breath I take and I choose you as the person with whom I want spend my life."

"I, Natasha Alianova Romanova, take you, Clinton Francis Barton, to be my lawfully wedded husband. I take you with all your faults and your strengths as I offer myself to you with my own faults and strengths. I will help you when you need help. I will turn to you when I need help. I promise to have and to hold you, to treasure you, to be at your side in sorrow and in joy, in the good times and in the bad. I vow to love you and care for you with every breath I take and I choose you as the person with whom I want spend my life."

"You may now kiss the bride," the official offered, smiling as Clint took Natasha in his strong arms, dipping her dramatically as he claimed her lips in a soft, loving kiss. The red-head immediately brought her arms up around her husband's neck, giggling happily against his lips when she realised everyone was clapping.

"You're finally mine, Tasha," Clint whispered against her lips.

"I've always been yours," she replied, running one hand through his hair.

"Not it's official."

Natasha was brought out of her thoughts when Clint suddenly pressed his lips to hers, earning applause from everyone at the restaurant. She laughed happily against his lips, deepening the kiss slightly when he tried to pull away.

Eventually, they pulled away and walked over to where Ashley, Barney, Maria, Melinda, Nick and Phil were all seated, grinning at the couple happily.

Clint groaned when his phone suddenly ran, earning raised eyebrows from everyone. "I'll be quick," he stated before he kissed Natasha and exiting out the side door, glaring at the caller ID as he answered the call. "Barbara, I've told you a thousand times; I don't want to talk to you. I wasn't the one who messed up between us," he spoke, anger coursing through his veins. It was his wedding night, and his ex-girlfriend just had to call him. Why was the world so cruel?

"I know. But I just needed you to know that I never cheated on you, Clint. And I wanted you to hear it from me. I know you're happy with Natasha. I know that and I know that I would never have been able to give you the same happiness she gives you. But when you found me with Reynolds, I mean, Alexandrov, I didn't cheat on you with him. But, he…"

It was slowly clicking for Clint. Bobbi hadn't cheated on him; she'd been…

"Look Clint, this is hard for me to admit. But you need to know the truth… Alexandrov… He drugged me and then… he… he raped me…"

Dun dun duhhhh…. Cliffhanger…. Sorry, but I just needed to build up a little bit of suspense…

Let it be known, I never said that there would be just one surprise. Nor did I say that those surprises would all be good…

And I know that I didn't do the whole wedding ceremony. There's a reason for that. Which I'll reveal later…

The song is my favourite song, 'Never Seen Anything "Quite Like You"' by The Script :)

Thank you everyone so much, you don't know how much your support means to me :) xxxx

To answer the reviews from the previous chapter:

PLL and Victorious RULE: I know you wanted them to have a baby girl but since nearly every fanfic I've read they have girls so I decided to change it up. But they do have a girl in one of the sequels ;) Thank you :)

A: Oh, Liho turns up. Because she is one sneaky cat :)

SilverSwagxX: Thank you :) Cool, I want a dog called Lucky :)

JuliaAurelia: Exactly, the first of…. I'll let you guess how many more :) And yes there will be four other witnesses as I mentioned in this chapter :) I thought it was the best way to write them so thank you :) And I hope this chapter will make up for the two week disappearance :) And thank you for the well wishes. I hope they go well too :)

beverlie4055: thank you :)

marvelsquint: Thank you :) Oh, there was a few surprises… Were they worth it?

Agent Keene: I do try ;) And yes, the name will be a combination between a Russian name and an English-speaking name :) And as you said, my subtlety knows no bounds; yes, Ashley is Jane's younger sister :) Although Clint doesn't find out about that until halfway through the sequel ;) And thank you, I hope they go well :)

Quick question everyone…

The name is already chosen but what do you think the baby's name is? ;)